How about I call you back in five?" Don't forget, Chuck, call me back. I have something that you'll love, you and Lisa both."I hung up the cell phone ...and hopped to the bathroom. After peeing, I hopped to the chair where my shorts, T-shirt, and leg were stashed. After dressing, I grabbed the phone and was getting ready to leave the cabin.Lisa rose and said, "Don't leave without me. I'm part of this. I can feel it. Wait for me."Lisa was cool. She wasn't like most women who primp for hours on end. “Does it look like I care?” I abruptly replied, still in the same position. She slowly moved her head towards my back door. I could feel her breathing on my ass causing shivers to run down my spine. The second I felt her tongue touch my asshole was heaven. It felt so nice. I pushed my ass towards her enticing her to lick more.“Mmm” I moaned. “Keep going.” And she did. She started to drive her tongue in and out of my rosebud, turning me on more and more. I was about to finish when my collar. There were skirts and blouses and dressesand cute shorts and girlie jeans and capri pants and belts and pursesfor me. There was a whole drawer full of pretty training bras andpanties and nighties. There were sandals, and flats, and boots, andhigh heels in all different colors and sizes. I was so happy I huggedDaddy around his waist and he said, "Is my little girl happy?" andpatted my head like a child. Then he said, "I'm going downstairs now.Why don't you put on your favorite outfit from. “Karen is 46, single and complains to me constantly about her trouble finding men for sex. She’s not pretty, flat chested, a little heavy and has no self-esteem,” Carol explained. “She drives men away with her drama and whining and it just gets worse.” “Do you want me to ask her out on a date or something?” “No, she would not like being set up,” Carol said. “What I would like you to do is pick her up in a bar, take her to a hotel and have sex with her. It would mean a lot to me, and maybe she.